Sonadow-Part 1: The Start

6 Jealousy Party

Bonnie
Thursday, September 4, 7:20p.m.

"F-FUucK!" Tyler whimpers when he cums.

Me and him haven't really had sex in a while so for him, this is 'sensational'. Not for me though. The only and first intended reason for having coitus was to have children. Now, people do it for fun.
      I don't think about sex often. I have other things to worry about. Like Project 0453qC. Though, it is nice to hear him tell me I'm doing great and to carry on. It's words of horny encouragement that can be taken out of context and made into something inspirational. And it's even more peculiar when everyone is chanting stuff like this aloud, knowing they say this during sexual relations with their partner of choice. I finish Tyler off, slip my underwear back on then resume my work at my desk, slumping into my chair.

"That was awesome!" he pants.

"I know," I respond, concentrating on connecting the primary-coloured – except for green – wires carefully and correctly.

With my working ear, I am aware that he is getting closer.

"What do you want now?" I ask, putting no effort to make the tone of my voice sound happier or my face less irritated.

"I wanna do it again~" he wraps his arms around my stomach, which instinctively retracts, causing Tyler to move back slightly.

I tell him we shouldn't exhaust ourselves before going somewhere social and loud. But, I should've said I didn't want to have sex again. He argues that I'm never paying him enough attention. I give in slightly and mumble, "Later..." His eyes lighten up hearing my words but I can tell he is still horny. His eyes do all the work for me. When I know he's facing the opposite direction, I pin him to the wall.

"Oh, so now you wanna do it again," he smirks.

"Only because I can't figure out where the fuck I'm going to find a whole load of stainless steel."

"Later"...
Thursday, September 4, 7:43p.m.

"We ought to get going." I lift the sheets off of my lap.

"Mmm," Tyler grumbles, sleepily. I sigh as I violently rip the duvet of him, leaving his naked body exposed. "Hey. I was using that!" he whimpers.

"Yeah. I know; I have eyes," I snark, sarcastically. I chuck appropriate party wear at him. Tyler grins and thanks me. I walk out the bedroom with blue shorts and socks. My upper-half is undressed but that's the least of my concerns. I might run into Knuckles again. No. I definitely will. We had both been avoiding each other and I think he hates me. What am I kidding; Of course he hates me. I broke his hand. However, the thought of the satisfying crunch it made makes me happy. It's a sadist's wet dream.
      I promised Sonic I would help him choose something to wear for this event. I knock on the door 3 times, and quickly. It is a bit chilly this time of year. Well, for me. It ajars to reveal Sonic.

"Got the clothes?" he asks, ignoring that I'm half dressed.

"And the condoms," I joke, poker-faced, then realise I might have some in my right short pocket. I place the pile of fabric on the midnight-purple sofa. I hand him a white, club-collar shirt, royal navy blue jeans and a golden, hedgehog pin on the loops of the trousers and white socks with a thin red and blue stripe on the top. After he changes, I feel as if he's missing something. I lend him a baggy, red sweater accompanied by three strips of brighter-than-pastels colours. He thanks me and I leave without another word.

Shadow
Thursday, September 4, 7:58p.m.

I hop out of the shower and change into my clothes. I peek out behind my bedroom door to see if anyone is there. Sonic is still on the couch.